you have to get in through this tunnel hole
you have to get down on your hands
and knees.
it feels like a mausoleum
at first.

you don’t need a key,
we can get in for free.
don’t worry, when you’re with me
ain’t no such thing as currency.

on second thought I might never leave.
we can swing and twist on long rope trees
and sing all happy merrily
and breathe in the bees
that pollinate your teeth.

there are crystal geysers
that pour on our heads and long ship trains
that ship us to bed but when we lay,
the lights turned off still feel like they’re on
and you can never hear the ringing of the
smoke alarm
since nothing bad could ever happen
when we are all wrapped up cocooned
in piles of morning dew.
been saving this one for you.

do you think you can hear me in these
soundproof rooms?
there is something that I really must tell you.



in all the million years we’ve been alive
I never thought someone like you
would be my size,
so I’ll take you back to my house
and we can jump on the bed.

we’ll read the entire library in one night,
go 4,000 years without one single fight,
not scuffle / abuse Great Jellyfish sight
embellished by the fishermen’s spite.

we can adventure down creations of white
snowfalls created from Memory Bank Kite,
rollerskate along each other’s dendrites,
dispose of antique and rusted searchlights,
and gaze at Our Planet on obtuse satellites.

we go deeper down
with bottles of our secrets lit aflame
that illuminate all the cosmic scenery with
a feeling I can’t see you but I know
you’re there and I can feel you staring
at the lush willow branches with me
atop the stardust glistening green
like your eyes when you look right at me
and I can see them when you stare at other things
like the valley deep, as deep as the sea.

you can insult yourself,
but when you’re in my house, I’m sure you’ll find
you can forget all about the other side.
and at the break of day,
we won’t even notice the sky changing or
the tectonic shifts that uncover even more
avenues for us to descend
because we can create what we want
when our bodies begin to reveal to our brains
that the greatest gift alive doesn’t lie in the stains
of the past we have passed all of that now,
not able to tell if we are land our clouds
and the feeling I get in my throat is so
good.

in this tunnel of ambient rays
the collection of resilience grows.
Oh my Darling, how I love you so.

it’s been a year now,
full of carbonation bubbles and they still spit and sting at my face
every single time that                                
i am fooled enough to look.

it’s been a year now,
full of termite-eaten wood but still
no evidence.
i don’t want reverence.
i want you to forget about me.

       even after all this time
       i thought i could escape this slime,
       maintain the years of my prime;
       i could throw up.

              to tell you the truth,
              no one has ever followed me
              this far
              before.

went inside the hourglass to pull apart
the flakes of sand and what was found
inside had passed since the time
needed was just spent.

walked along the acrobats
and models so of course right now
there comes a gap to have to get across.

a rope swing can only break when it’s
       tugged too hard // cut by the stars
the veins down my arms have traveled
too far

but,
with a good shelter,
nothing seems so bad.

I      
                  where has this happened before?
                    leave your shoes on at the door.

at the beginning
my lips were cold,
smothered down by an impending hold.
too scared to sing a song,
wouldn’t dream to sing along.
come dress up with me
take me outside
and dangle me over
your favorite waterfall.
i will drink from its rays
until they freeze up my pipes
and you fix them for me
without being asked.

                                                behind the sky
                                                 is your house
                         and you invite me every day

II

but i will never visit you
because you are not really here
and your soggy smile
gets me upset.
by coincidence we made a bet
that was intangible for you.
although i should confess, Father,
even before the time capsule
cell eroded to the surface
and laid the past out as a hostage.

                                         i never felt for you.
                                          i never liked you.
                                          i hate to admit it,
                                        i always lied to you.
                                        get away from you.
                                         get away from me.
                                           don’t come back
                                       until i can come back.
                                     i know it’s ******* you
                                  but it’s crushing me whole
                                 and now i’m blowing away
                                              and the holes
                                                   in the net
                                      are too big to catch me.

III

some days we can make it a game.
some days we microscope our pain.
wrap it up like bday presents
show it off like the pretty pheasants.

no that's a peacock
the boys are pretty
will i be pretty?

even though
it feels ******

i want to move somewhere woodsy
but i can’t go alone, oh
turn up the boom box
        so it drowns out the
SCREAM
                 ING

happy years aren’t
hard to come by.
out of 365 days
there is bound to be 1
that is full of maggots,
and to take its place
later on down
there will be 10 more
that are full of progress.

the rooms cultivate together
the walls fold into each other
try to save it for sunnier weather
but i am too impatient
too eager to get this splinter out
when plumes of toxic feelings sprout

how do you walk away
from the things that protect?
will it ever be the day
the tremors stop melting all the clay?
in my mind the rain stings
it melts into my pores
it triggers the thoughts of
things i once cared so much for
it helps me see
right now might not be how it is
eventually

one day soon
i will lie down in the tall grass
and call out for the bright
warm rays of the sun
to take me into their force
and keep me as warm as i need
to survive in a place that fire
cannot thrive.